The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks.
Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the...
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Blonde hair swayed from side to side, her eyes closed and mind in a state of serenity.
Once they arrived at the club, shots were bought for her and Alexia by numerous men. At that rate, their bingo card was becoming increasingly limited and the first one to win, gets a shift worth of money. As per usual though, the same men who spent their own money on women who were very capable of paying for themselves, expected something from it.
Whether it was a cheeky kiss or a number, they all had expected something or other from them.
Narrowly, she escaped a few and attempted to drag her friend, though in true Alexia fashion she refused and stayed with one guy that they had actually talked to and become somewhat friends with.
Magnolia always came across this problem when being out with Alexia, her being stuck with the men because she either was attracted to them or wanted to rinse them for drinks, however in her intoxicated state she had little care.
High from the atmosphere and booze, her eyes being attacked by the flashing lights made her head buzz. Often, her eyes met a woman opposite the club.
She watched as the woman winked and brought the glass to her lips, cheeks burning at the fact she was caught staring at her. Eyes ran down her attire, a dress clinging to her hips and showing off her waist, hair cascading over her shoulders - she could hardly see her face from all the booze that clouded her mind and eyes.
A laugh slipped past her lips, though it remained oblivious to everyone on the dance floor, all soaked up in their own element and intoxication to care enough. She turned away and moved through the crowd of bodies, making her way to Alexia, tapping her index and middle finger on her lips with a pout.
Like a puppy, Alexia came running and linked arms with her. "Oh thank goodness, he started to bore me!" She laughed with a slight hiccup, the vodka on her breath becoming more prominent as the night went on, Magnolia knew her breath wouldn't be any great either.
"Could've fooled me, I actually thought you fancied the poor guy." Magnolia countered, side-eying her with a smile.
She scoffed, returning the same look. "Poor guy? Please, he should be honoured to even be talking to me."
"Babe you make it too easy," she replied, getting the cigarettes and lighter out of her bag as they itched closer to the smoking area.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She laughed while opening the door for the two and leading them to an unoccupied area, sitting down with a huff.
Magnolia pressed the cigarette against Alexia's lips, edging them open so they gripped onto the orange bud, Magnolia did the same - the lighter set alight in between them so each could put their end on the flame.
A drunk cigarette to Magnolia felt like its own form of drug.
After a few puffs, she decided to answer. "I just mean you could be a little more reserved, be mysterious, make them work for it a bit more."
